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WARRIOR SPIRIT by Jennie Haiman

I was sitting in my apartment thinking to myself that I should be doing something creative yet I couldn’t quite figure out what I should be doing...

All of a sudden I receive a text message from my good friend/ partner Xavior. He told me to write a poem about the unfortunate state of our planet. Almost immediately I started writing “Warrior Spirit.” Little did I know at the time that the poems would continuously flow out of me for approximately the next 6 weeks thus creating my first poetry book ever titled A Lover in the Land of Hell, now selling on Amazon three years later! 

"Warrior Spirit" expresses all that is wrong in this world, all the evils that exist from animal abuse to homelessness, corrupt politics, etc.  I am the Warrior Spirit that has come to this planet to invoke change. I repeatedly state this fact throughout the poem "I’m just a Warrior Spirit trying to stay peaceful amidst a chaotic planet engulfed in evil people, I’m here to help the meek finally inherit the earth, invoke great change in this world, be the voice of rebirth." 

Yes, this world is a sad and disturbed dimension, yet I believe we are all capable of creating positive change, and I explain my thoughts on how this is possible in the last paragraph of the poem.


Warrior Spirit
Jennie Haiman

I’m here on this planet
to represent the unrepresented
Those whose cries go unheard
landing on ears that have been deafened
You may categorize me as human
male or female, black or white
But in my mind and heart
I’m just a warrior spirit here to fight
a battle for the lost
the undignified and abused
under-minded by society
corporate greed
and perhaps even you
Blinded to the truth
you continue to feed the system
It’s not your fault, some will hear
far fewer actually listen
But I believe more are waking up now
I pray that this is true
so we can reverse this world back to beauty
finally start anew

I’m just a Warrior Spirit trying to stay peaceful
amidst a chaotic planet engulfed in evil people
I’m here to help the meek finally inherit the earth
invoke great change in this world, be the voice of rebirth

Newborn calves are torn from their mothers
just so we may drink their milk
Pigs are stuffed in small crates
forced to suffer in their filth
An elephant and it’s baby
chained up for life in a circus
Monkeys tied down in laboratories
tortured for our purpose
And when a pet gets sick or old
some will be sent away
to a shelter where thousands of cats and dogs
get euthanized everyday
Sitting in cramped spaces
waiting their inevitable fate
Some are even newborns
scheduled to die the very next day
There’s not enough room they say
Yet more and more animals are born to die
every single day

I’m just a Warrior Spirit trying to stay peaceful
amidst a chaotic planet engulfed in evil people
I’m here to help the meek finally inherit the earth
invoke great change in this world, be the voice of rebirth

Police gunning down young black males
somehow they always look suspicious
Black neighborhoods filled with drugs
weapons and food that lacks nutrition
All this is done on purpose
by the powerful elite
As long as there’s an underclass
they’ll surely wet their beak
Children are sold as sex slaves
each and every day
Women get raped then stoned to death
cause that’s the price they pay
Wars and famines are normal
they happen all the time
Televised on news channels daily
as if expected of mankind
A crime against humanity
another day on planet hell
How sad it is for all of us
that this is how far we fell

I’m just a Warrior Spirit trying to stay peaceful
amidst a chaotic planet engulfed in evil people
I’m here to help the meek finally inherit the earth
invoke great change in this world, be the voice of rebirth

The homeless go unnoticed
In fact some states bus out the poor
and now there’s even laws
that you can’t feed them anymore!
Damn homeless!
Let’s starve them out they say!
Can’t even work a 9-5
Don’t you know there’s rent to pay?
Who came up with this idea
of rent anyway?
Didn’t know when I was born on this planet
I was really born a slave
Capitalism- works for some
but really not for many
In a true utopia we would be free from dollars
quarters and pennies
Poisons in our water supply
Poisons in our food
Poisons on our tv sets
A world of poison poisoning you!

But alas... I’m just a Warrior Spirit trying to stay peaceful
amidst a chaotic planet engulfed in evil people
I’m here to help the meek finally inherit the earth
invoke great change in this world, be the voice of rebirth

If you truly seek change
in this God forsaken place
take a look in the mirror
at your very own face
For you are the change
that you seek in this world
When you take steps for yourself
you take steps for us all!
You’ve been taught that you’re small
and you have no effect
But in essence you are the universe
in a tiny human speck
Seek to raise your vibration
Seek out truth, seek out peace
Change the world with your thoughts
Let disharmony cease
But who am I to judge
this crazy world that we live in?
I’m just a warrior spirit with a message
and it’s please
“Let the Change Begin”!

*8/23/14*





Jennie Haiman: Besides writing spiritually conscious poetry, Jennie is the co-founder of Self Saviorz Society California Non-Profit 501c3 dedicated to assisting the homeless, under-privileged children and at-risk animals. Jennie is also an entertainer and Reiki Master Energy Healer with goals to help raise the vibration and consciousness of humanity. She is author of A Lover in the Land of Hell: A Collection of Spiritually Enlightening Poetry for Personal and Planetary Transformation and Growth. Find Jennie's poetry on Facebook here, or connect with her charitable organization here




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  1. Jennie is amazing! She tells it like it is but also holds inspired solutions for each of us to elevate ourselves.

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